those bright black
walls of threat
surround me as
a trail of
hiding and
running
and breathing deeply
grows longer and shorter
a sudden motion
of where you go
blends in with
with a flicker
of red
it is to hold
my breath
and to keep on going
out of the past and
into the future
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I think it's kind of weird to have the title and every thing else that should be capitalized not capitalized and to have no punctuaition what so ever when you need it in this dictionary poem. What about you?
ReplyDeleteDefinately. I'm so used to write the right way so this seems really hard.
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